The Skittles Room [Open]

[Phillip Lauer]

Phillip erupted into laughter. That phone was… ugly, to say the least! The fact that anyone -- any guy -- owned it made it even funnier. "He owned that??", Phillip almost snorted. "I'm glad you destroyed it, though. If I had known him sooner, I would've destroyed it for him."

He wasn't quite prepared for the thigh squeezing. Or the words that accompanied it. Philip looked to Ethan, zoning out just a bit. A few thoughts crossed him mind. Nothing too wild, just ways to escalate their night… Oh, well, then maybe they were wild.

That was until he said Hammel. Not to say the name of his Alma Mater turned him off -- not that it turned him on, either -- but it completely snapped him out of his daze. He wasn't quite expecting him to even know about it, let alone have family who attended there.

And he was going to need another drink now, or he'd be thinking about Hammel and metas all night as opposed to this guy with his hand on his thighs… But if he has family that went there, how come… Oh. Nope, wait, he felt the buzz again. That was easy. Ethan had answered the question in due time, those eyes of his luring him back to the thoughts he wanted to think about.

"Non-powered? That's interesting…" He chose not to say 'Lucky you' or 'How'd that happen?' or anything else that would delve more into Ethan being non-powered. Phillip could only assume that coming from a powered family and not being powered was not something he wanted to talk about.

"Well, yea… I went to Hammel. Stayed to myself pretty much, even after I graduated… Then decide I should get out more…", all while moving his hand to place it on top of Ethan's, fingers messing with the other's.

[Ethan White]

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“Ugly doesn’t even begin to describe it,” answered Ethan, shaking his head as he joined Phillip’s amused laughter and tucked his phone back to his pocket. (Twice already has he lost his phone because he just put it near his drink while talking to someone. Not going to happen again, he says). “Yeah. A friend of ours got it for him when he lost his phone a few days after I left.” Leave it to Jack to think of the best way to punish the young boy for his carelessness. Life would be a tad bit harder without the older man helping Ethan control the man-child. “Turns out the other phone’s just under his mattress.” Among other things, like the essay Braxton had made for his English lit class (he got a B- for it, probably because he only paid ¾ of the agreed amount), a mouldy half-eaten grilled cheese sandwich (it’s been there for at least a week, Ethan thinks) and three used tampons (he does not want to know the story behind those). “I destroyed it? No. If it were up to me, he’d be using that phone for life.” It’s not all bad after all. Sure it’s embarrassing, but every time Brax pulled it out, a gaggle of girls would approach and admire it’s novelty. Or at least that’s what Gian told him. “He threw a tantrum in a bakery and had me wipe the shards. Sometimes I feel more like his mom than his best friend really.”

It’s crossed his mind time and time again that the reason he’s not having any serious relationship at the moment was that he’s like a single mom (or dad). Like dividing his time between dating and taking care of a demanding child just wasn’t possible, so he’d just go on in life single forever.

Twisted and weird no?

He gently squeezed Phillip’s hand, while his other snaked its way up the man’s other thigh and stopped just beneath the boy’s hip, his fingers landing barely a hair strand away from Phillip’s crotch. “Interesting’s one word for it.” ‘Cursed’ is another, at least in the twenty-one year old’s mine, but that’s a discussion for another day. They have much important things to discuss than his surprise mutation. “But that’s not the only thing interesting about me you know,” whispered Ethan, voice becoming a little sultry(?) as he lightly bit the other man’s earlobe.

For a moment there, he thought he saw Braxton walking towards them from the corner of his eye. Oh god what now? He can’t let his best friend ruin this moment, not when he’s this close to getting, well, it. (Or so he thinks anyway).

His mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out ways to deter the boy. (Which was hard mind you, considering the amount of alcohol already in his system). And then it hit him. God, it was so simple why didn’t he think about it in the first place.

Without warning, he leaned in and captured the other man’s lips in a kiss, one hand cupping Phillp’s chin while the other trailed from his chest down. “You were saying?” said Ethan with a wink as he pulled away.

ooc:
Sorry this took forever Scotty. Lack of muse for the past few days is never fun. SO sorry. </3. Thanks for understanding.
- Jam